 | Home:San Francisco, CA | [I have a diary!] | Age: 11 Years Sex: Female Weight: 8 lbs.
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"I can be a tasmanian devil" |

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Nicknames: squeaker, the squeaks, squeaker my squeaks, the beast

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 Quick Bio:
 Coloration: Gray and White

Likes: sitting on the windowsill watching the world go by; also, sleeping as close to a human's face as possible

Pet-Peeves: big dogs. She attacks them!

Favorite Toy: a piece of straw

Favorite Nap Spot: under the covers with her head on a human pillow

Favorite Food: tuna, greens (not in her bowl though, only out of your hand!)

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story: In her first life, she fought a dachsund for daily attention from her owner, who lived on the top floor of London Towers in Chelsea by day, and worked in Manhattan's sewers by night. This smelly guy preferred the dog to Alice, and as a result she was hungry for love. When he died (causes unknown) some kind neighbors found Alice a home/job as a store cat in a furniture gallery. She did a bangup job catching mice and greeting customers, but she had one problem: she couldn?t leave her hatred of little dogs behind. Unfortunately, little yappers are quite common in the predominantly gay neighborhood of Chelsea, especially in antique shops. When a tiny terrier or pug entered the store, she'd run for them and jump on their backs with her claws in, creating a full-on cyclone of dog-cat blur. Not only was this bad for business, but the kind owner was concerned for Alice's health, and found a new home for her.

Bio: Today, Alice lives in a big San Francisco flat with 4 loving guardians and lots of windows to stare out. She dreams of escaping to the great wild unknown. She hasn't lost her bad-ass attitude, and will nip her owner on the ankle when she feels like she's not getting enough love (or when she wants some fresh food -- she doesn't like the stuff that's been sitting in her bowl for more than a day).

Lives Remaining: 7 of 9

Forums Motto: I like chillaxing

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Febreze® Pet Odor Eliminator™, New Site Homepage! Sweet!, Voki Madness!

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Need some food advice

fairygodmother: ellen
fairygodfather: blair
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I've Been On Catster Since:
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More than 2 years! |

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Catster Id: 379564

for 815 days

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April 24th 2008 1:54 pm
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Yesterday I seized an opportunity and had a real adventure. There is a new person who's been coming to our house lately to take care of the baby who is seems to have moved into our house. While she was leaving yesterday afternoon and was distracted by all that she was carrying, I slipped out the front door. Usually my adventure lasts about 2 minutes before someone scoops me up and makes me go back into the house. But not this time! No one followed me!
I spent the next 8 hours or so wandering through the wild, narrowly avoiding more than one duel with the fluffy brown and black cat that thinks she owns the block. She was staked out in her usual spot, and I spent a lot of time in the bushes nearby scoping her out. As evening came I heard some people yelling and whistling for me, but I ignored them. A few hours after that, I heard more calls and whistles for me, and this time I decided that I was hungry and thirsty and cold and maybe I would allow myself to be discovered. I wandered out from under the brush and there was one of my earth siblings and he seemed very happy to see me.
It was hard to get used to the indoors again, and everyone kept telling me that I must not have had that good a time outside and that inside was much better. I slept like a queen wrapped in my down blankets and everyone was really nice to me. 
January 3rd 2008 1:31 pm
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Santa Paws brought me one very special gift this year and I can't get enough of it. It's a catnip filled furry house mouse, and I go crazy for it. I carry it around the house in my mouth like a dog with a tennis ball. Or I just sit and gaze out the window with my mouse right beside me. Often I fling it all over the room or chase it down the stairs. Then I turn on a dime and walk away from it so it doesn't know just how smitten I am. I've learned how to play hard to get and believe me it works.
I think this is better than the real thing. 
December 20th 2007 5:52 pm
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Lately I've discovered that my humans are onto something with these pillow things they use on the bed. I've taken to sleeping with my head on a pillow and boy do I like it! I used to be at the bottom of the bed all curled up trying to stay warm with no covers but not anymore! Now I snuggle right in under the covers, head on the pillow, and snore away in peace and comfort. I'll try to be so cute that my humans take a photo and post it here for you to see... 
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